Over Powered (My Hero Acedamia) - Dropped

Chapter 27

I didn't want to go to school on Monday. I'm sure word has gotten around that I'm poor. Rumors have probably started, that I'm in a gang, that I do drugs, or that I threatened my way into UA. I was nothing more than I troubled child to my classmates at this point. I didn't see any reason on going to school anymore. I don't even see the point in becoming a hero anymore. The only thing forcing me to go was my siblings literally forcing me to go. Instead of me dropping them off at school, it was the other way around. Our parents hadn't come home all weekend. I was sure they got arrested again at this point.

"Amane, you're late," Aizawa-sensie scolded me as I walked into the classroom.

"Sorry sir," I apologized, not caring and sitting down at my desk. I didn't bother paying attention to the lesson. Like we would learn anything new with finals the next week. I just sat there doodling, mainly that of nooses, stitches, knives, and anime eyes, oh and don't forget the pentagrams with a single point on top. Not in the mood for more demons.

When it came time for lunch I left the moment the bell rang. I didn't bother trying to get something to eat, and sat down at an empty table and his behind my piggy tails. "It's been a while Big Shot," someone said as they sat down across from me. I glanced up to find my General Studies buddy.

"Shut up Shinso," I grumbled, not even bothering to try to push away my depressed funk.

"Not hungry?" he commented. Usually by now I would be gorging myself on a tray full of food. He didn't get an answer. I just sat there in silence, as my somewhat friend ate as they watched me play with my own hair. "You're friends with that green haired guy, right?" he asked ten minuets into the silence.

"Izuku Midoriya?" I asked for clarification, I got a nod in response, "Yeah, why?"

"He's coming over here," he told me. I lifted up my head to see that he was. I didn't even have enough motivation to care. Izu-kun knew I could get like this, even if I'm always like this.

Something was sat down on the table by my arm. "You should eat something, I know you didn't eat breakfast, and is unlikely that you will have dinner," Izu-kun scolded me, trying to be the tiniest bit of threatening.

"I'm not hungry," I grumbled, pushing the tray away. I noticed how he had gotten ll my favorites but it couldn't turn I  the absent ever present feeling of hunger in me. The thought of eating was repulsive to me at the time.

"Eat you idiot," a voice I wasn't explaining hissed. I looked up to find a sneering Kacchan leaning over me.

"Make me," I grumbled like a petty five year old. And that is how Kacchan and I ended up standing in front of Aizawa-sensie, both holding ice packs to our faces. He got a good left hook in my jaw, and I kicked him in the eye, hopefully giving him a black eye.

" You two have an hour of detention after school," he said after being informed of the situation. Our teacher obviously didn't want to deal with us. We then sat down at our desks as rest of the class filed in, taking note of our injuries and slum faces. "What happened?" Todoroki asked me. I glanced up at him  removing the melting ice from me face so I could talk.

"I got punched in the face," I pointed out the obvious. I knew there was a red fist mark on the side of my face. Recovery Girl didn't think our injuries were server enough to heal, so just gave us some ice and sent us to get our punishment.

"Dose it hurt?" he asked, while giving Kacchan a strange glance.

"Not really, just sore," I quickly explained, not wanting to talk  and it hurting to do so.

"You don't hit girls!" Kaminari yelled at Kacchan.

There was a huge debate including the entire class on who's side they were on  mine or Bakugou's. It even somehow played into our training. The only one not on a side was Izuku, cause he was right there when the fight started. It sucked having even more attention given to me. This also supports the possible rumors of me being violent.

It was nice when detention came around  alone in a room with Midnight, Kacchan, and three upperclassmen. "So what's got you into deep depression mode this time?" he asked, as the teacher didn't see to care that we talked.

"Shouldn't you be studying?" I snapped, as I was nose deep in a Japanese textbook. We both just snorted at my comment, both knowing he wasn't going to study.

"Tell me, or I'll beat it out of you," he treated. We snorted again, cause we knew his violence wouldn't work on me.

"Everything feels pointless," I finally confessed, "Expecially becoming a hero..." He groaned, obviously disagreeing with me, but he let me continue, knowing I was going to explain myself. "Coming to school was solely driven by my dream to become a hero, but I've been seeing a lot of flaws in it recently. Before it became partially because of friends, but no one wants to associate with a street rat. So I'm back down to only you and Izu-kun.

But the hero thing is falling out. Yes I want to help people, and I have powers that can easily capture criminals. But I still don't like using my power, it feels unnatural and like I'm cheating. Even if I was comfortable using it, it's not flashing, and I'd barley become popular. It would make my career a short lived one. So I feel it would be more practical for me to drop out of school and get a full time job to support my family. "

" You really are an idiot," he grumbled, slapping one of my piggy tails." Time and time again I need to hear you modivate that Deku to follow his dreams  even if the door seem dim. Look at him now  he's got a quirk he hid from us, and he's copying my moves. You're advice works so follow it." He did make some sense. But that still didn't help with the beatings that have been beating the idea that heroes don't do anything good into me." Oh and when were we going to tell us you had a crush on Icy Hot? "he asked in a teasing manner.

" Katsuki! "I whimpered at him," Don't say it so loud." He smirked at my embarrassment. " And how did you figure it out? " that was me worrying if Todoroki could figure it out as easily as he did.

" Oh, your ears get red, you unconscious start fidgeting, and he was the only person you didn't snap at when they tried talking to you today," he pointed out, "Besides, I red your diary at your house last Friday."

"That's where you went!" For some reason I  was more satisfied to know where he disappeared off to, than angry he read my private diary.